A Billion Pins

Jumping into
A pile of
A billion pins
Is guaranteed to be painful,
I’d imagine,
Some scratching,
Some would puncture,
Breaking skin.
The unlucky
Could lose their vision
But most wouldn’t come close,
Remaining in the distance.

I pity the one who says,
“I’ll jump back in later,
With weakened skin,
Because someone
Might have said
There could be
The loch ness monster
At the bottom of that pit.”

Even if
Treasure was guaranteed
To be discovered.